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In the corridor, four men and women of different appearances, dressed in black combat uniforms, waited quietly.

"Nick? Didn't you guys go back to Portland?" Zhu Mingyao greeted him with surprise. He recognized three of the four people opposite him; they were his new friends whom he had just met not long ago, members of the Special Investigations Bureau's elite team, the "Witcher."

"I was supposed to go back yesterday, but I waited an extra day because I knew you were coming."

First, according to the new regulations, any outsider entering the base, regardless of who they are, must be accompanied by a member of the combat team. Secondly…

Nick smiled and patted his tall, burly companion on the shoulder.

"Hank wants to thank you in person for avenging his brother!"

Looking at the tall black man whose face was a mixture of sadness and gratitude, Zhu Mingyao's gaze lingered on his familiar goatee and slightly familiar face, and he guessed about seven or eight parts of the story.

With a look of certainty on his face, the black man, in a hoarse voice, extended his large, thick hand.

"I am Hank Griffin of the Witcher team. Rick Griffin, the sheriff who was murdered in Rogner, is my cousin. Thank you for avenging him!"

I'm so excited for my first time listing this! (*︶*)

Chapter 120 Soma Divine Wine

Just as I thought to myself.

He guessed it at first glance, mainly because this Hank looked so much like his brother, the sheriff who was killed by the Indian wizard Quinn, especially their goatee, which was exactly the same.

"I'm not just doing this for revenge..." Zhu Mingyao said solemnly as he shook the other person's hand.

"It's for revenge for all the innocent people who were killed!"

First, describe the glorious image again, so that it will be easier to ask for a price when you're picking out things later.

Nick and his companions, unaware of his mercenary thoughts, admired his noble character and felt even more strongly that they had made the right choice in making this new friend.

Hank Griffin was even more excited, grabbing his hand and shaking it hard a few times before letting go after a long while.

"Alright, let's not waste any more time. Let me... let's enter the treasure vault and have a good look around." Theresa raised her hands and waved her ten fingers, her nails, painted black with a strange pigment, trembled wildly, drawing afterimages in the air. She seemed even more excited than Zhu Mingyao, the person in question.

Nick looked slightly helpless, glared at his money-grubbing sister who was acting out of character, and led everyone to the end of the corridor.

After a series of complex and tedious operations by him and young Cole, a hexagonal, silver-blue door with a crystalline texture slowly opened.

The warehouse behind the gate was about half the size of a basketball court. Rows of alloy shelves were neatly arranged, filled with silver-gray boxes of various sizes. Zhu Mingyao looked up and saw that they were exactly the same as the treasures that he and Bai Ziyuan had embezzled on Christmas Eve.

“You can choose any of the items inside,” Cole said, handing over a list and carefully pointing out the contents.

"It contains descriptions and pictures of the warehouse's collection, categorized into items, consumables, and materials."

Zhu Mingyao took the list and glanced at it, secretly marveling at the richness of the official collection. Just the warehouse he saw contained all the major supernatural power systems, not only in terms of variety but also in terms of quality and grade.

A gold-inlaid incense burner, a fiery red jade ruyi, a bronze magic sword with a dragon-tiger-shaped mouth... The top items on the list are all based on his extraordinary professional faction, clearly showing that he had put a lot of thought into them.

Following closely behind are palm-leaf manuscripts covered with Sanskrit, ancient and solemn marble crosses, the Eye of Horus cast in gold... and so on, too numerous to list.

Any one of these items would be a coveted treasure trove that ordinary superhumans would fight tooth and nail for outside, and now this tempting treasure trove is opening its doors to him.

Faced with such temptation, few could resist. Just like Theresa, her eyes were shining as she looked at the dazzling array of collectibles on the list, her mouth practically watering. If her brother hadn't held her back, this money-grubbing girl would probably have rushed out on the spot to steal from her.

Cole stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the seemingly shocked guest with a smug look in his eyes.

Today, we invited Zhu Mingyao to personally select the rewards. The Special Investigation Bureau originally intended to showcase its financial strength and take the opportunity to win him over. Otherwise, we could have simply sent the list over. Why bother bringing him to the warehouse?

In his report on the last mission, Director Charles stated that this young target was not only highly capable but also of extremely high moral character (easy to fool) and willing to help others (hopeful to be recruited), which is why the superiors devised this scheme today.

"Is this all the items on the list that you have in your collection?"

Zhu Mingyao's sudden remark drew his attention.

Cole raised an eyebrow, saying with a hint of pride, “Of course not, Mr. Milton. Our collection is divided into three zones, A, B, and C, based on quality, and there are more than 20 warehouses of varying sizes. What you see is just one of them. Based on your merits, you can choose from any item below grade B.”

"Including level B1?" Zhu Mingyao asked abruptly.

“Of course…it seems you’ve done some research on this as well.” Cole was slightly surprised, then laughed heartily:

"Rest assured, the Special Investigation Bureau is not that stingy. Even if it is a rare treasure of B1 level, you are free to choose. I have already obtained sufficient authorization before coming here."

“Then…” Zhu Mingyao exchanged a subtle glance with Bai Ziyuan, then his eyes flashed.

"I want a drop of Soma Divine Wine!"

Although the voice was soft, it sounded like a thunderclap to Cole's ears, freezing his smile on his face.

"You...you're alright...?" He forced a stiff smile, trying to change the subject.

"I want a drop of Soma Divine Wine!"

Zhu Mingyao stated this with absolute certainty, then, after a moment's thought, added:

"I'm talking about the original extract! If I remember correctly, due to its rather strong side effects, it has a rating of B1 from your organization!"

Seeing that he could no longer evade the issue, Cole's face contorted with frustration, his shoulders slumped, and the imposing aura he had maintained for so long completely dissipated, finally revealing some of the naiveté that should be present at his age.

"Since you were able to find out such confidential information, you should know what the divine wine means. I can't make that decision," the white boy said dejectedly.

"Then please report this to the person who can make the decision!" Zhu Mingyao said with a burning gaze.

"In addition..." A strange smile appeared on his lips as he added the sentence as if unintentionally.

"Our Chamber of Commerce's board member, Henry Lai, asked me to pass on a message to your bureau's director, Davis..."

The deaths and injuries caused during the Christmas campaign should be compensated to the relevant organizations. This has been delayed for far too long, and a plan should be put forward by now.

—He and the heads of various organizations will be making a joint visit soon.

……

"It's actually almost here! Just as Uncle Lai predicted!"

After Zhu Mingyao bid farewell to the Demon Hunter team that had escorted him to the surface entrance of the base, he smiled and turned back to the car. Bai Ziyuan, who had been holding back all the way, couldn't wait to ask the question.

"This is one of the cornerstones of their livelihood! And they just gave it to them so readily!"

"Drive first, we'll talk on the way." Zhu Mingyao glanced cautiously at the few people who hadn't gone far outside the car window, nudged him, and whispered.

"Understood, understood, let's go!" Bai Ziyuan excitedly stepped on the gas, the sports car roared to life, and the two of them sped away.

Once they were on the main city roads, leaving the Special Investigation Bureau's dilapidated buildings far behind, Zhu Mingyao happily began to speak:

"Under normal circumstances, we wouldn't be able to get it, but the authorities need our help right now!"

"On Christmas Eve, everyone went as invited, but ended up with heavy losses. The reasons were twofold: first, the intelligence beforehand was inaccurate, and second, the operation leader from New York gave chaotic instructions. No matter which one, the Special Investigation Bureau is to blame."

He snorted coldly, "Do you really think everyone is some kind of saint? The organizations he invited to help are all long-established organizations that have been rooted in the Federation for many years. In addition to their strong fists, they also have allies and connections with the government. This time, they have the moral high ground, so why would they suffer a loss for nothing?"

The Elders' Council and the Sisterhood of Witches, who suffered the most casualties, have been active on the front lines for months and are determined to take a big bite out of it.

In the current situation, the best course of action for the Special Investigations Bureau is to first appease us before dealing with them, to avoid a united front that could lead to them making exorbitant demands.

First order over 150 is considered a success! (^ω^)

Chapter 121 Liver God Dragon Smoke

After explaining the reasons to his friend, whose mind was filled with young ladies and who had squeezed out all his social and political science classes, Zhu Mingyao put his hand in his pocket and squeezed a small, cool, hard box.

As he traced the lines on his palm through the dense runes, sensing the various sealing spells hidden within, Zhu Mingyao's thoughts drifted back to a few days ago...

"Want to choose something that will benefit your cultivation and strengthen your foundation?" Lai Hengli sat upright in his office, picked up a small celadon cup the size of a walnut, and savored the steaming hot Kung Fu tea inside.

"You've come to the right person. We've been neighbors for decades. The Special Investigation Bureau's secrets can be kept from others, but how could they be kept from me?"

Savoring the slightly bitter and sweet taste in his mouth, Lai Hengli shook his head and pondered for a while.

"Hmm, they should have a few immortal pills in their secret vault... but they're all old stuff from hundreds of years ago, so their potency has probably diminished considerably. Pills do have an expiration date..."

The wizards' potions of wisdom... are just large-scale, time-limited brain tonics, not exactly high-quality stuff...

The Druid's Golden Acorn... that's quite valuable, but it's rated at least A, so those shrewd types definitely won't give it to me...

"Anything below level B..."

He was habitually stroking his mustache when suddenly his eyes lit up. He slapped his thigh and chuckled.

"Then let's ask them for a drop of Soma Divine Wine!"

"Soma Divine Wine? The god of wine in Indian mythology?"

Faced with the term mentioned by Lai Hengli, Zhu Mingyao easily retrieved it from his memory, finally proving that his LV2 level knowledge of folklore and religion in the system's specialty section was not wasted.

"Of course!"

"Soma is the god of wine worshipped in Indian Brahmanism, who has the power over the moon, stars, herbs, and sacrifices."

Ancient Indian monks often soaked the herb Soma in water, extracted the juice, added milk, wheat flour, and various spices, and fermented it to make a medicinal wine to offer to the gods, hence the name.

Henry Lai tapped the coffee table lightly, adopting a condescending tone, but then his voice suddenly changed.

"But what we're talking about isn't the kind of stuff that Tibetan monks use to drown their sorrows when they're starving and can't sleep, to numb their nerves and enjoy bliss in a dream world."

"It is a priceless treasure in the collection of the Federal Special Investigation Bureau, or to be more precise, a product of that priceless treasure!"

He held up one finger, “That treasure called the Soma Pot can draw upon external spiritual energy each year to brew a drop of sweet dew.”

"This nectar is neither an elixir of immortality nor a holy medicine for healing. Its sole function is to help ordinary people activate supernatural powers! That is, extraordinary powers!"

……

As night fell, Zhu Mingyao sat cross-legged in front of the altar in the basement, his palms outstretched.

A hexagonal crystal the size of a pigeon egg shone brightly in my palm under the light. In the center of the transparent and colorless crystal, a drop of milky white liquid rippled slightly.

...The potency of Soma Divine Wine is extremely strong, and it will have a huge impact on the mind and body of the drinker. When it is used by the authorities, this drop is divided into twenty portions and taken with holy water from the church. In addition, there are high-ranking clergy who are good at healing and blessing on the side to protect and treat the patient throughout the process, so as to ensure the safe awakening of most people.

This is what they call an annual baptism program used to cultivate their own direct line of extraordinary individuals.

Dividing the divine wine into multiple portions, while significantly increasing safety due to the dispersed medicinal power, also reduced its efficacy. Therefore, although the number of superhumans created by the authorities was considerable, their overall strength was generally low…

However, we have our own secret method to resolve the backlash, which will allow you to fully absorb the medicinal power and awaken a powerful supernatural ability!

As Henry Lai's instructions faded from his mind, Zhu Mingyao recalled the process of his instruction once more, holding the crystal suspended above a silver bowl placed on the altar in front of him.

In the bowl was a small, irregularly shaped solid resembling white marble. He quickly recited a short incantation.

As the last syllable was uttered, Zhu Mingyao felt a sudden lightness in his hand. The crystal abruptly transformed into wisps of invisible air, scattering from between his fingers. The milky-white liquid that had been sealed within it was now freed and dripped directly onto the jade-like object in the bowl.

The moment the two came into contact, the white solid softened instantly, enveloping the Soma Divine Wine and blending together, transforming in a moment into a jade-colored paste radiating a delicate, soft light.